You don’t see much at all
You’re like a big fish trapped inside a bowl
You don’t see that you will fall
Unless you get out of this dead end northern town
You gotta get out on the road
and let the wind fly through your hair
Get out on the road
And turn up the radio
See them born, see them die
Without stepping foot across the county line
You’re not like them, you got a dream
Start the car and leave it all behind
Gotta get out on the road
and let the wind fly through your hair
Get out on the road
And turn up the radio
La la la la…
Scared of the dark but you don’t why
Angry for nothing and hiding to hide
The world is too big to be trapped in your room
Open the doors and then howl at the moon
Oh Alice
The snow will melt and rains will come
Mud will dry and flies will buzz around
They’ll be whiskey shots down at the bar
But the same faces every night won’t go too far
Gotta get out on the road
and let the wind fly through your hair
Get out on the road
And turn up the radio
La la la la...